In all these decades of stalking
the sages’ “who am I?”
I’ve only learned what I’m not.
I thought I was this body,
these thoughts and feelings
and the timeline on which
they inscribe their stories.
But how can I be anything perceived
or felt or conceived?
Or remembered or imagined?
I’d have to split myself in two:
one bit of me to be the viewer
and one to be the view.
If I can’t split myself in two
(have you tried it?)
well, um m m m m
how can I claim that I’m even one?
Indivisible T H U S N E S S is present;
yet to claim that it is ‘one’
turns out to be
a thought too far.
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“How can I claim that I’m even one?” YES! – “a thought too far” – Love it 😉
Gladness that you resonate!
Thanks for leaving your comment dear Christine
Love ~ ml
The poem’s title says it all!
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Thanks for leaving your comment – and introducing me to your blog. I look forward to reading more of your wise writing!